Page 25 of Dare to Rock

Avery’s pulse pounded, and need thundered through her veins. In keeping with her new promise to take what she wanted, she reached for the hem of her dress and drew it over her head just as he strode back toward her, condoms in hand.

He stopped short, treating her to a low whistle. “Memories didn’t do you justice, sugar.”

She was more modest than not and did her best not to squirm as his hot gaze raked over her. Not knowing what turn the night would take, she’d chosen her favorite bra and panty set, a mix of white silk and lace. Of course the underwear was long gone, and judging by his reaction, he was extremely pleased with what he saw.

“Now how about you let me test my memories some more?” she asked.

His cut upper body already had her primed and ready. She couldn’t imagine what the sight of that hidden but impressive bulge behind the denim would do to her.

“Whatever you want,” he said and tossed the condoms onto the bed. His hands went to the button on his jeans, stripping himself out of them in record time.

And then it was her turn to swallow a groan and stare. Either her memories were wrong or time had filled him out everywhere. His thick erection held her attention, and she ran her tongue over her lips, contemplating what she wanted to do to him first.

She reached out and wrapped her hand over the steely velvet shaft, gliding up and down, testing her limits.

“Harder,” he said through clenched teeth.

She swallowed hard and followed instructions, pumping his erection up and down until slick precum covered the plump head.

“Enough.”

She was smart enough to recognize he’d given her all he could, at least for the moment, and she released him, missing his hard, hot heat immediately.

He unhooked her bra in a deft move she didn’t want to consider too closely. After sliding the garment down her arms and tossing it aside, he tackled her onto the bed, her naked body colliding with his. Heat and hardness seeped into her pores, and she took a moment, a deep breath, to savor the feeling of Grey after so many years.

He was more muscular, firmer, more solid than she remembered but every inch the man she’d missed.

“I can’t believe it’s you,” he said gruffly, his words eerily mimicking her thoughts.

She smiled even though he couldn’t see. “I know the feeling,” she murmured, running her hands along the rippling muscles of his back.

He braced his arms on either side of her and pushed himself up. She met his gaze, trying her best not to lose herself in the green depths. He kissed her then, more gently than the rushed fervor of before, as if them being skin to skin at last had eased something inside him. She knew it felt that way for her.

He grasped her hands, pulling them above her head, while his lower body rocked against hers, his thick shaft rubbing against her clit, the motion causing a rising tide of desire to sweep through her. His firm cock slicked over her damp sex, insistently taking her higher yet leaving her achingly empty inside.

She moaned and lifted her knees, bringing him in fuller contact. She needed more. So much more. But he was in no rush, and his next words confirmed it.

“There are so many things I want to do before I come inside you.”

“Like what?” she asked, her body shaking with unfulfilled need.

“First I want to taste you here.” He leaned down and pulled her nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the tip.

Already sensitive from his earlier play at Lola’s, she sucked in a breath and attempted to ease herself away. He immediately soothed her with loving laps of his tongue, both on the tight bud and the tender area surrounding it. He took his time, kissing her, nuzzling with his nose and lips before licking at her once more. Her sex clenched, and she felt his ministrations deep in her core.

“I need you,” she said, arching into him, wanting more of those sweet licks. They felt so good that she was actually building toward climax from his tongue on her breasts and nipples when suddenly he released one with a pop, leaving her bereft.

“Grey,” she whimpered, and attempted to ease her hand down to cup his erection. Anything to move things along.

“Uh-uh, sugar. Hands back over your head. I’m not finished yet.”

“But I need to touch you.”

“And I need to taste you some more first.”

She gave in, but she was going to make him pay for this slow, sensual torture. He slid down her body, his lips trailing over her ribs and abdomen until his face was mere inches from her sex, his warm breath fanning her clit. Fireworks flashed in front of her eyes, bright in color and size. And that was before he parted her outer lips with his thumbs and ran his tongue along her slick flesh, once, twice, pulling each one into his mouth before releasing it and licking her once more.

He glanced up, meeting her gaze with a wicked one of his own. “You taste like sugar,” he murmured, and she knew she’d never think of that endearment the same way again.

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